It's early spring; a hopeful, warm-ish day. The window is open and I'm thinking about quantum mechanics, about how we exist in a web of possibilities like a wave. It is only when we look, when we see, when we observe one of these many possibilities that an object or moment matters as matter, that it is...Yes, the window in the studio is open and I am thinking as I paint; a paddling scene from a similar day almost exactly a year ago takes shape on my panel. My brain lights up with memory like the sun lights up this room. A river is like time, and both are waves of possibility. A moment of flow caught in paint is a miracle of seeing.